Obsession: Whistles

I have always had an obsession with whistles. From my first set of keys at 16 years old, to whistle necklaces being given to me (Thank you, Trista), to a vast collection, I have always had a love of whistles. I have a small shelf in my living room filled with vintage ones and a row of them tacked to the wall below. I have them on every set of keys now and a line of minature whistles on chains I wear around my neck. Something about the security of owning a whistle, like it's my weapon of safety. Perhaps it's just their functionality. I love police whistles, railroad whistles, boyscout whistles, military whistles. I love them all.